Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Star Wars, but if George Lucas would happen to give it to me I certainly wouldn't argue:P
Smart, Solo. Really smart. That was just brilliant. What were you thinking? Well, actually, not much. Han leaned back against the bulk head as he watched Leia's retreating form and suddenly realized his hands were shaking. In fact his whole body was trembling from the adrenaline rush Leia's closeness had caused. No woman had ever affected him like this before. He slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the deck tiles with his arms around his knees. Somewhere in the background, Han could hear 3PO annoying Chewie.
What was happening to him? What had happened to his brain? His head felt muzzy and unfocused, like it was floating, unconnected, several feet above his shoulders. What had happened to the experience hardened smuggler persona of a man who didn't care about thing but his ship and his first mate? Well, at least Han had an answer to that question – Leia had happened, and none too gently either. As far as Han Solo had been concerned until the rescue mission on the Death Star, emotions like this happened to other people.
And now, of course, he had probably just blown any chance he had ever had with Leia which had always been dubiously slim to begin with. Dream on, Solo. Luke was right. She's a princess; she has her pick of men – why should she be interested in you?
Han ignored his own question because he didn't have an answer for it. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he hadn't misread Leia's body language and she really did like him. And maybe the emperor had decided to reform his evil ways and go on a mission to create galactic peace. Anyway, even if she was interested in him, it didn't mean she actually wanted a relationship. Besides, Han didn't want a relationship either – did he? It had all been teasing and innuendos before to make Leia feel uncomfortable, but lately…. Lately it had turned into a lot more, like on Hoth just after he had told Leia he was going to leave. He hadn't actually intended to push things that far. It had just… happened. Like just now. He hadn't actually been intending to kiss Leia, just help her reengage the system she'd been fixing. Han rubbed the heel of his hand against his forehead.
I, Han Solo, who's never been in a relationship I wasn't in control of and could leave whenever I wanted, have officially gone off the deep end. I'm antagonizing myself over kissing Leia – something I've wanted to do for years. Sith, Luke must be rubbing off on me more than I realized. Maybe next I'll start spouting Jedi proverbs. That could be interesting. 'He who is a restless sleeper and sleeps with a lightsaber under his pillow will eventually burn a hole in himself and the mattress.' Great.
Han stood up and glanced again in the direction the princess had gone. He didn't need a complicated relationship weighing him down now when he needed to be paying off Jabba the Hutt – a job that would more than likely kill him. But, he turned and started to head back towards the cockpit, it didn't seem like he was really giving himself much of a choice. And, in all honesty, so honest in fact that he wouldn't even admit it to himself, Han didn't mind one bit.
He closed his eyes for a second, reliving the new feelings that had just been introduced to him and, smiling, continued with repairs on the Falcon.
A/N: Review, review, review! It is your reviews upon which I thrive and am inspired to write more! This is a oneshot and will stay that way unless people are interested in hearing more of my rather strange perspective.